I Survived Series Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry babe I tried but I can't. He's stronger then Emron, stronger than your dad should have been. Stronger then the son of a gamma should be. I'm so sorry. Our best chance at survival is to submit." "I understand Zariah. I have no proof but I think he cheated and if he did I will find out. You're right though we must survive." Zariah released her control and I shifted back to my human state. I laid on the ground naked under Orions huge paw. I was bleedng pretty bad. It was nothing to be alarmed over but it was enough to make me pass out if I wasn't careful or if I didn't get treatment soon. Orion growled then shifted back to Elstan. He stood there holding his foot down on my lower back

Some didn’t get up. Zerina shifted back first, Mama gasping and covered in dirt, blood on her arms—not hers. Simon followed a moment later. His eyes found me immediately. “Anthony—!” “I’m okay,” I said quickly. “She’s alive.” Mama dropped to her knees beside the woman and checked her pulse. “You did good, baby,” she murmured. Then her head snapped toward Moon. “And you—what the hell was that?” Moon blinked. “You said to protect my brother.”

The system continued, "Current death count totals 21. The remaining 195 merit points will be evenly distributed among 15 survivors." With that, my phone screen popped up with a notification showing that I'd just received 13 merit points, which brought my total to 25. "Would you like to spend 75 merit points on redeeming memories of the deceased?" We looked at each other again. After everyone nodded, each of us contributed five points to redeem the memory fragments. When the scene flashed, Isolde's memory was the first to appear. It featured King Ragnar strangling her by the throat and carefully studying her face.

i couldn't even recognise myself anymore. one time Isa seduced the guards by removing her clothes and stood naked infront of them .she did a slow dance like she was a stripper ,their reaction was worth it,they were like a dear seeing a light. They couldn't even hide their lusty looks .it was hilarious to watch . Staying in that cold cell ,we had been training a little .we accepted the fact that it was cold in there ,we got used to the cold that we couldn't feel it anymore.

It's not late so we continue our conversation with the rain echoing on the roof of the cabin. "About my situation, I have no memories at all, although I do have some knowledge of the world. Thanks to that I've been able to survive until now in the wilderness. There are things I know, but I don't know how or when I learnt them, on the other hand, there are other words I know but I can't associate them with anything". "Mmm… intriguing" says Hikaru.

She couldn’t wrap her head around the concept. “I’m dead sure. Only the family has this number.” He kissed her forehead. “They are alive, Erica. Our son is alive.” Erica wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream, cry or laugh. Their son was alive. Christine was alive. They needed to tell the Morrisons. They needed to call the police, the sea rescue, the fucking FBI! “We need the police, Alex! We need to call them right now!” Erica grabbed at his cellphone, but Alexander caught hold of her wrists. “What are you doing? They are in danger, my God!”

We survived. But the story isn’t over yet. ***

The survival reality show, Extreme Survival, was deemed cursed and was permanently canceled. There had been some news about a twin-related case, but who would have paid much attention to that? The real focus was on the celebrities—all of whom had been utterly terrified. Just like today, the show’s equipment had malfunctioned multiple times. Some footage was incomplete, so the exact details were never disclosed in her previous life. Mia hadn’t known much about it. But one thing was certain—Sebastian had died. Yet now… he was still alive! That meant everything was unfolding differently from what she had known in her past life!

“You tried. And you failed. Everything good in me—everything human—survived despite you.” He paused then. And for a flicker of a second, I saw something shift in his face. Regret? Doubt? It passed too quickly to be sure. “Maybe,” he admitted quietly. “But the others—they weren’t so lucky.” I stepped closer. “The others. The girls on that list.” He nodded, eyes tired. “Most are gone. Terminated by the program or lost to their conditioning. But one—Subject Eight—she survived.” My stomach twisted.

I had passed their test. Thank God for Veronica, who had spent ten minutes before the gathering painting the intricate patterns on my skin with a mix of inks and dyes. They hadn't noticed a thing. If they had, I'd either be dead or one of them. The maids dressed and filed out of the room. As I left, I turned and gave Veronica a slight shake of my head. She understood. There were no other survivors. In this tower, it was just the two of us against all of them.